11am just back from a park slope parents classifieds collection run of a baby sling (free) and a ketter tricycle (free) - and there is a note in lori's inbox that we're first in line to buy a used eames rocker.
the whole classifieds operation (imagine craigslist but we are all clones transitioning tikes through small apartments unloading free range plastic goods for cheap) is a post in and of itself - maybe another time.
what i wanted to write about was the walk home. as though i were wheeling gold bullion home in my granny cart i took the first protective measure to wrap the chair in an opaque tarp. i don't think twice about flashing my ipod in the neighborhood. i had just counted $100 bucks in the open outside chase on 7th avenue. but i'll be damned if i'm foolish enough to wheel an eames rocker through the tree lined streets of park slope!
a year ago our neighbor moved out of her place with her son and their things. the movers brought out her stokke crib before they had room for it on the truck and so it sat at the foot of the truck unattended for a second or two here and there. would you believe that no less than three perps tried to wheel off with it...as though it had been discarded curb side...next to a moving van. from that day forward we call this type of white collar theft - stokke'ing.
the return mission was a success - i was pretty sweaty and skittish but the wolves didn't stokke me. welcome to the family and move over ikea now there's something meatier.
